Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 36

A/N: Only one more chapter left and that will be up sometime tonight!! Buckle up babies, and in true Mack2024 fashion.....grab your tissues.

Axe's POV

I barely slept a wink last night as a million questions played on a constant loop in my head. Yesterday, I expected Gabby to be in a puddle of tears after she watched Amber give birth to a little boy, a breathing baby boy. It was only two weeks after she lost our baby boy, so I couldn't imagine what it was like for her. I was expecting the worst, but what happened, I never could've expected that.

She kissed me. She kissed me like she never had before. It was one of the best kisses I've ever had in my entire life. And then she just left. She kissed me and then ran away.

I tried to talk to her after, but the girls kind of created a circle around her. They know her so well I decided to follow their lead. So, if they believed it wasn't the right time to talk, I had to agree with them.

But that didn't stop the panicked confusion I was thrown into all night. I love her. I love her more than anything but I fucked up. I don't know if that is something we can get past, but every little thing she does gives me hope. It gives me hope that maybe this isn't the end for us. That we can be happy, really happy, after all. And I don't think I can survive on blind hope much longer.

I need answers. I can't keep living in this limbo.

So, here goes nothing, I'm going to try and get my answers.

I stand frozen at the top of her staircase. I've been here over a dozen times in the past week or so, not to mention I called this place home for a little while. I shouldn't feel so out of place, but I do. I do because of the conversation I know is waiting for me, a conversation I know she isn't ready to have but I can't keep driving myself crazy wondering what she's thinking.

With a deep breath and all of the confidence I have left, I knock on her door. I still have my key to the place, but it doesn't feel right to use it, not since the incident. It doesn't take her long to open the door. She looks as beautiful as ever, with her hair thrown up in a sloppy bun and a pair of shorts that show off her legs.

"Hey," she says after a few seconds of silence. I don't know why, but every single time I see her it takes my breath away. Maybe she's just that damn gorgeous.

"Hey," I respond as I shift awkwardly on my feet. My God, I feel like a damn high schooler about to ask a girl out on a date.

"You wanna...." She asks as she moves from the door, waving her hand inside.

"Yeah," I respond as I step inside. She walks into the kitchen as I hover nervously in the entryway.

"Have you heard from Amber today?" I ask as I try to break the tension. God, I don't know why this is so awkward.

"Yeah, I brought them breakfast this morning, they're doing great," her smile is so large it takes up her entire face as she talks about them. Yesterday, I was worried this would be too much for her, but it seems to have given her a new perspective, though I'm not sure what the perspective is.

"Good, I think the guys are going to bring Grease some cigars this evening."

"I'm sure somebody will sneak a bottle of whiskey," she laughs. It only took a few sentences for us to follow into our normal, comfortable, conversation. It's one of the many things I love about her, when we're together, we're just us.

"I'm sure they will." I chuckle. "They decide on a name yet?"

"No, Grease likes everything Amber mentions, but she can't decide. It's kind of funny to watch," she muses as she goes back to washing dishes in the sink, what I assume she was doing before I interrupted her.